Puppet on a chain ... my tribute to McLean!

My First Graphic Panel.

My first attempt at a graphic novel(panel rather!). Valuable comments please! :) click to expand.

Let him be ...

Under the fierce gaze of the sun,
Lies this beast of immense pride.
His eyes close ever so gently,
The beams warm his leathery hide.

His talons like blades cast aside,
His tail curled casually there.
The lazy toungue flickers a bit,
Noone disturbs him in his lair.

Cold blood meanders through his heart,
His breath is ever so slow.
He is ageless by any stretch,
He has watched the pebbles grow.

An ancient force such as this,
Is not to be dealt with lightly,
Men who are ignorant of this,
Their fate could turn ghastly!

Armor clad the knight comes in,
This peace he chooses to defy,
He will learn in a fiery moment,
To let sleeping dragons lie . . .

my girl ...

Now so gentle, at once a fiery temper;

Thats the kind of girl to whom I would surrender!

broken wing

Yesterday I saw a bird with a broken wing. It was a beautiful creature small and endearing. There was so much life about her. The broken wing was a minor inconvenience and she twittered around happily playing with the things around her. And in a trice she was gone. As suddenly as she had fluttered in.